The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1887-12-15

that made the sun faint, and the everlasting
hills trembls, and the dead rush up in
their winding sheets as He Dried, @Ifit be
possible, let this cup pass from me-" But
the cup did not pass. None 10 comfort.
There He hangsi What has that hand
done that it should be thus crushed In the
palm2 II has been healing the lame and
wiping away tears. What has that foot
been doing that 1t should be so lacerated?
1t has been going about doing good. OF
what has the victim been guilty? Guilty Of
saving a world. Tell me, ye heavens and
earth, was there ever such another criminal2
On that hill of carnage, that sunless day,
amid those bowling rioters, may not your
sins and mine have perished2 l believe it.
oh, the ransom has been paid. Those
arms of Jesus were stretched out so WIDE
that when he brought them together again
they might embrace the world. Oh that
might, out of the blossoms of the spring,
or the flaming foliage of the autumn, make
one wreath for my Lord! Oh, that all tho
triumphal arches of the world could be
swung in one gateway, where the King of
Glory might come in Oh, that all the
harps and trumpets and organs of earthly
music might, in one anthem, speak His
praise!
But what were earthly flowers to Him
who walketh amid the snow of the white
lilies of Heavenl What were arches of
earthly masonry to Him who hath about His
throne a rainbow spun out of everlasting
sunshine What were all earthly music to
Him when the hundred and forty and four
thousand on one side, and the cherubim,
and seraphim, and archangels stand on the
other side, and all the space between is
filled with the doxologies of eternal
jubilee!-the hosanna of a redeemed
earth, the hallelujah Of unfallen angels,
song after song rising about the throne of
God and of the Lamb. In that pure, high
place, let Him hear us. Stop! harps Of
Heaven, that our poor cry may be heard.
Oh, my Lord Jesus, it will not hurt Thee
for one hour to step out from the shining
throng. They will make it all up when
Thou goest back again. Come hither, o
Blessed One, that we may kiss Thy feet.
Our hearts, too long withheld, we now
surrender into Thy keeping. When Thou
goest back, tell it to all the immortals that
the lost are found, and let Thy Fathers
house ring with the music and the dance.
They have some old wine in Heaven, not
used except in rare festivities. In this
world those who are accustomed to use
wine on great occasions bring out the
beverage and say, "This wine is thirty
years old" or "forty years DID," But the
wine of Heaven is more than eighteen
centuries old. 1t was prepared at the time
when Christ trod the wine-press alone.
When such grievous sinners as we come
back, nethinks the chamberlain of Heaven
cries out to the servants, "This is unusual
Joy! Bring up from the vaults of Heaven
that old wine. Fill all the tankards. Let
all the white-RoCed guests drink to the i'm
mortal health of those newborn sons and
daughters of the Lord Almighty" There
is Joy in Heaven among the angels Of God
over one sinner. that repeuteth; and God
grant that that one may be you!
Again, o right heart is an expectans
heart. 1t is poor business to be building
sastles in the air. Enjoy what you have
| now. Don't spoil your comfort in the
small house because you sxp ect a larger
one. Don't fret about youri ncome when
it is SO or "a per day, because you expect
to have after while $40 per day, or Sl0,-
| 300 year, because you expect it to be
| 100000 a year. But about heavenly
things, the more we think the better.
| Those castles are not in the air, but on the
hills, and we have deed of them in our
possession. like to see o man all full of
Heaven. He talks Heaven. He sings
Heaven. He prays Heaven. He dreams
| Heaven. Some of us in our sleep have had
| The good place open to US. We saw the
\ oinnacles in the sky. We heard the click
| Of the hoofs of the white horses on which
| visitors rode, and the clapping of the Gym
balls of eternal triumph. And while in our
| sleep we were glad that all our sorrows
! we're over, and burdens done with, the
throne of God grew whittier, whittier, and
whittier, till we opened our eyes and saw
that it was only the sun of the earthly
morning shining on our pillow. To have
a right heart you need to be filled with
| this expectancy. 1t would make your
| privations and annoyances more bearable.
In the midst of the city of Paris stands,
| or did stand, a statue OF the good, but
| broken hearted Josephine. l never inn
| agined that marble could be smitten into
| such tenderness. 1t seems not lfeless. If
The spirit of Josephine be ed;sentabernocled,
The soul of the empress has taken posses
| sion of this figure ] am not vet satisfied
| That it is stone. The pull of the dress OH
The arm seems TO need but the pressure of
the finger to indent it. The figure at the
| bottom of the robe, the ruffle mt the neck,
| the fur lining on the dress, the embroidery
Of the satin, the cluster of lily and leaf ani
rose in the hand, the poise of her body as
| she seems 20 come sailing out of the sky,
her face calm humble, beautiful, but yet
jad-Nttest the genius of the sculptor and
the beauty OF the heroine he celebrates.
Looking up through the riffs of the coro-
net that encircles her brow, could see the
sky beyond, the great Heavens where all
women's wrongs shall be righted, and the
story Of endurance and resignation shall
be told to all the ages. The rose and the
lily in the hand Of Josephine will never
drop their petals. The children of God,
whether they suffer on earth, in palaces or
| in novels, shall come to that glorious rest.
Oh, Heaven, sweet Heaven at thy gate we
set down all our burdens and griefs. The
place will be full. Here there are vacant
| chairs at the hearth, and at the table, but
here are no vacant chairs in Heaven. The
| crowns all worm the thrones all mounted.
Some talk of Heaven as though it we're
! 4 handsome chr ', where few favored
spirits would come in and sit down on
inely- y-cushioned seats all by themselves
md sing psalms to all eternity. No. no.
! Il saw q great multitude that no man
,euld number standing before the throne.
He that talked with me had golden reed
10 measure the city and it was l2,OOU fur
longs"-that is, 1000 miles in circumfer-
ence. All! Heaven is not little colony at
one corner of Gods dominion where q
mans entrance depends upon what kind of
clothes he has on his back and how much
money he has in his purse, but vast em-
pire. God grant that the light of that
blessed world may shine upon US in our
last moment.
The toughest time we had in crossing
The ocean was at the mouth of Liverpool
harbor. We arrived at nightfall and were
obliged to lie there till the morning watt
Ing for the rising Of. the tide before We
,odid 10 up TO the ciJy. now the vessel
pitched and writhed in the water! So
sometimes the last illness of the Christian
is a struggle. He is almost through the
1 ~ kay, A-a
his soul, but he waits for the morning. At
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